A/N: I don't own these two characters. And since I don't say bad words, Bleh.
He was a handsome and rich young man. Draco knew this. But he was modest about it. Really.
…
Okay. No. He wasn't. For Salazar Slytherin's sake, he'd shove his wealth into other people's faces if it wasn't for the fact that he would damage his perfectly manicured fingernails. Additionally, he practically bathed in the superiority he felt every time a girl blushed in his direction.
So it honestly surprised Draco when Potter refused to go on a date with him. It didn't just surprise him, it completely and utterly blew him out of whatever oceanic world he lived in.
He was a Malfoy! He was Draco-Bloody-Malfoy! No one refused him. No one! Merlin's beard, if he asked his father to bring back the dead and turn them into chocolate bunnies that danced, he would without a doubt do it. No questions asked.
But this… this puffy haired, too skinny, awkward, Gryffindor idiot wouldn't go out with him?
Nope, unacceptable. He'd make Harry Potter his, no matter what.
